Monday, February 28, 2011

Torn pages of my life lie forgotten in some lost corner
And my dead poems weep the death of desire to live
the blunt nib of my long lost pen still gasp for an eternal drop of ink
moonlight still knock on my broken window pane
and I float in nothings, still looking for the broken link

1 comment:

The Silhouette said...

Hey, Hi
Long time...your posts are always nostalgic for me...floods me with memories...
your words touch buddy..they sure do..
Nice..

regards,
The Silhouette...